Page 36 of Cain

“If you get over here and fill me, yeah, Daddy. I’m claiming it.”

Cain growls while climbing on the bed. I hear the tearing of a wrapper before he’s back over me on the bed. I watch as he guides himself to my heat, the tip of him rubbing up and down my slit, coating his cock in my juices before he finally presses the head against my entrance. “Eyes,” he demands. “I want your fucking eyes on me when I enter my pussy for the first time.”

My eyes shoot up to his. His heated green ones feel like they see every little part of me. This type of feeling is something I’ve only read about in books. Never in my life did I think I would experience it. He inches forward, the head of him being sucked in, making me gasp as he groans at the same time.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”

The sensation makes his control slip as he slams forward to the hilt. I feel a slight sting from how long it’s been since I’ve last been with someone. How can one motion hurt but feel so good at the same time?

“You okay?” Cain asks, his voice tight as if it’s taking every ounce of control he has to not let loose and pound into me.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “It’s just been a minute, and you’re huge.”

“You can take it,” he rumbles as he pulls out slightly and pushes back in. “Feel how good you’re taking me.” I try to thrust my hips up, needing more of everything, but he has me pinned down by his body.

He slowly pulls out, inch by fucking inch, until only the head is the only thing being gripped by my pussy before he slams back in. The pace he’s set is just enough to drive me to the edge but not quite enough to push me over.

“Cain,” I whine on a gasp, feeling so full but so empty.

“What do you need, little hellcat?” he asks as he thrusts in, picking up the pace. “I’ll always give you what you need.”

“You.” I gasp. “I need you.”

His control snaps as he starts hammering in and out. The stud at the base of his cock brushes against my clit every time, sending little tingles down my spine. I can feel it starting to build as he picks up the pace. His eyes are glued to my tits that are bouncing violently from the thrusts.

“Oh my god!” I cry as he places a hand on the inside of my knees, spreading them wide open and sliding me up on his muscular thighs, allowing him to adjust the angle, hitting that spot that you pray every guy can find. The one that instantly makes your eyes roll back into your head, and your toes tingle.

“It’s not God fucking you,” he growls before roughly sucking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bar through it before quickly tugging it and releasing it with a pop. “It better be my name on your lips when you cry out.” Thrust. “My name on your lips when you scream.” Thrust. “And my name on your lips when you come on my cock.” Thrust.

Holy fuck. It’s right there. I clench down hard on him, about to explode.

“Let go,” he growls as the last bit of his control slips as he slams in and out of me. “Come on Daddy’s cock, little hellcat”

On command, I explode around him, his name on my lips, head thrown back, vision going black, my walls spasming around him so hard he has to force his dick back in as the force of my orgasm tries to push him out.

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” Cain chants as his orgasm slams into him, thrusting his dick all the way in as he fills the condom, collapsing on top of me as we both try to even out our breathing as we come down. His weight feels like the warmest blanket, making me wish we could stay in this position forever.

“Let me up, babe,” he says as he lightly pats my ass. “Need to deal with this condom.”

I let out a little mewl as he slips out, the loss of him making me feel empty. I already know I’m going to be feeling him tomorrow.

“I know, baby,” he says as he runs a hand through my hair before lightly placing a kiss on my lips. I never thought I would ever be able to describe Cain’s eyes as soft, but right now, he looks so relaxed and unguarded. Another wall around my heart shatters, knowing I put that look there. He’s slowly wedging his way in, and that scares the shit out of me. It’s unexplored territory.

I watch him saunter to the bathroom until he disappears, hearing the water turn on. A moment later, he’s standing at the door, leaning against the door frame. “Damn, I love the look on your face right now. And if I was fifteen years younger, knowing I put it there would make me hard as a rock again, but I need a minute.”

A laugh bursts out of me because that was the last thing I expected him to say. That’s one thing I’m growing to love about him. He’s the most unexpected thing that seems to be making me the happiest right now. “It’s been a minute for me. I’m going to be feeling you tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks as he pushes off the door frame, walking around to the side of the bed closest to the door and climbing in under the duvet. He takes a second to settle himself with one arm under the pillows supporting his head before he uses the other to drag me to him. “Get under.” I slide my butt up on the bed so I can pull the duvet back and climb under and cuddle in against Cain. I never pegged him for a cuddler. When was the last time I was even held like this?

“Stop.”

“What?”

“I can hear your wheels turning. What set you off now?” he asks, lightly running his fingertips along the Medusa tattoo on my upper arm.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be a cuddler.”

“I’m not.”

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